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Flint

Mountain man of the North

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a character in “The Book of the Damned”, as played by blackrider

So begins...

Flint's Story

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Elizabeth glances over at her sword, which she left laying by the fire, a sad look in her eyes. "It was my father's." She says quietly, moving away from Flint a little to sit down next to him. "The king told me he was killed in battle, up in your lands. The guards were under such heavy attack they couldn't get his body. The only thing they were able to grab was his sword." She says, biting her bottom lip as she brings her legs up to her chest, loosely wrapping her arms around them, remembering the day she received the news. It was actually the day she graduated from the academy. What was supposed to be a happy, glorious day; for her, was one of the worst days of her life. She swallows hard, glancing back over at Flint, "Now, what is this thing?" She asks, reaching over and picking up the skin a little, a slightly disgusted look on her face, trying to forget about the painful memories that come flooding back every time she talks about her father.

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Elizabeth looks at Flint rather surprised, "Really? You made this for me?" She asks, letting the pitchfork comment slide with a just a slight scowl. She carefully gets to her feet and holds the shirt out at arm's length, looking it over. She hesitates just a moment before slipping it on. It actually fit surprisingly well, hugging her curves in all the right places, almost like a second skin. She looks down at her body, blushing slightly. She always tried to wear baggy, loose fitting clothes while working in town, not wanting to have people staring while she's trying to work. In a job that's mainly full of males, she always did her best to blend in, only wanting to stand out when it came to her skill, not her body. She glances over at Flint, giving him a small smile. "Thank you, it's very nice." She says.

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Elizabeth smiled at Flint, still grateful for the armor, surprised that he had even thought about her in first place, but she doesn't say anything else about it. She moved back over to her sword and continued to shine it like she did every night, letting the heat from the fire warm her and finish drying her hair. Elizabeth stayed like that for a while, not talking much until Flint asked about the Mystic of the Mountians. She'd heard stories about the woman, everyone had, but she'd never met anyone who had actually seen the woman. "I've heard of her," She says with a nod of her head, glancing over at Flint. "Why do you ask?" She asks.

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Elizabeth nods her head slowly at Flint's words, "So that's where we're headed right?" She asks, though she's sure of the answer. She's not really sure what to think about the Mystic of the Mountain, having heard many different stories about the woman, but not from anyone who'd actually met her. "What's she like?" She asks curiously, wanting to know what to expect when they meet her. She always likes to be as prepared as possible for any mission she goes on.

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Elizabeth stays quiet, listening to Flint as he talks. A small frown subconsciously forming on her lips at the word 'relationship', though she quickly wipes it away as soon as she realizes it. She slowly nods her head at his words, "Sounds like a good plan to me." She says, turning her attention back to her sword. "How did you meet her? The Mystic of the Mountains." She clarifies though she's sure she doesn't have to. "I feel like you know more about my past than I do about yours." She says, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

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Elizabeth watches as Flint starts to whittle at his piece of wood again. She can tell that he's rather nervous because of her question. Not wanting to pressure Flint about his past she decides to settle for how he met the Mystic. "How'd you meet the damned witch?" She asks, copying his words with a small laugh, hoping to ease his nerves a little. She runs a hand through her hair, which has finally dried, before starting to polish her sword once more. Not wanting to stare at Flint while he talks, not wanting to make him uncomfortable again.

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Elizabeth had tried not to stare at Flint as he talked, but half way through his story, she couldn't help it. Her attention was focused solely on Flint. When he finishes talking she frowns slightly, knowing there has to be more to the story. "Well what happened?" She presses, extremely curious, her mind swirling with lots of possibilities, trying to figure out what could have possibly happened in the Mystic's ti-pi, to prove to Flint who she was.

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Elizabeth's eyes widen at Flint's words. "Wow, really?" She says, wondering what all the Mystic of the Mountains had told him. If she told him about this, now, or about how he's going to die. When she thinks about her orders to kill him she feels something she's never felt before, at least not about the king's orders, doubt. She quickly pushes those feelings away. "What all did she tell you?" She asks curiously, almost too much so. "I mean, did she tell when you were going to get married or to who? And how many kids?" She asks jokingly, trying to cover up her little slip up, not wanting him to get suspicious that.

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Elizabeth frowns at Flint's words, watching s he lays down with his back to her. She sighs quietly, turning her attention back to the sword in her hands. She can't help but wonder what the Mystic of the Mountains told him, that would make him act like this. After a few moments of the awkward silence, Elizabeth gets up and moves over to her sleeping bag, laying down as well. She lays facing the fire, watching flames until she slowly starts to drift off to sleep, her sword and small dagger both within arms reach like they always are when she sleeps.

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Elizabeth is pretty worn out by the time they reach Flint's cabin though she doesn't let it show. She's been trained well, and it takes quite a lot to tire her out, but they had covered a large distance in a short amount of time. By the time they get to Flint's cabin, Elizabeth really just wants to go to sleep. She glances around, taking in her surroundings. She's looking at the stump with the ax protruding from it when she hears the strange noise coming from the side of Flint's cabin. She glances over just in time to see the strange creature tackle Flint to the ground. Instinctively her hand goes to her sword, until Flint speaks to the beast as if he knows it. She relaxes a little and runs a hand through her hair as she studies the beast. Now that she's sure Flint isn't in any danger, she's rather curious as to what the creature she debates a few moments, whether she should ask or not, but finally she speaks up. "What is that thing?" She asks, studying it closely, not sure if she's ever heard of this kind of creature before, not knowing much about the mountains since's she was trained as a castle guard.

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Elizabeth looks down at the creature as it comes over to her. She steps back a little, uncertain of this creature in front of her, but when it rubs it's head against her leg and purs, she can't help but to reach out and pet the thing. She pets it, listening to Flint as he talks, watching as he heads into the house, following closely behind him. She glances around at Flint's home, "So, you built this place all on your own?" She asks curiously as she slowly walks deeper into the house, looking around. "It's pretty cool." She says, gently places her hand on the wall, feeling the wood. She walks over and sits down on one of the chairs by the table, relaxing a little.

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Elizabeth reaches into the bowl and grabs a piece of jerky, taking a bite as she watches Flint put the think beam across the door. She glances down at Catdo as the creature looks up at her, drooling with his eyes locked on the jerky. She laughs quietly, tearing off a piece and giving it to Catdo. "There you go." She says, a small smile on her lips as she pets the animal behind the ear. She glances over at Flint as he speaks up again. She glances around his house once more. "Well, it seems to do it's job. It's nice, in rugged sort of way." She says with a small shrugs of her shoulders, giving another piece of jerky to Catdo.

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Elizabeth laughs quietly at Flint's words about him being like the house. "Yeah, I guess so." She says, finishing up another piece of jerky. She glances over at the bed, feeling kind of bad about kicking him out of his own bed. "Are you sure? I mean, it is your place." She says, a little uncertainly. After sleeping on the ground so long, sleeping in a bed would be nice, but she doesn't want to put Flint out. 'Why do I care?' She thinks, not really sure why feels so weird about taking Flint's bed from him.

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Elizabeth slowly nods her head, "Alright," She says, still a little uncertain, but deciding not to argue with him about it. She pets Catdo's head as she slowly gets to her feet, watching as Flint quickly sets fire in the fireplace. She turns and walks over to his bed, looking down at it. She hesitates a moment, never having slept in a man's bed before. She glances over at Flint seeing him poking at the burning wood while grumbling to himself. She thinks about speaking up to ask if everything's alright but she doesn't want to make the situation any worse, already feeling pretty awkward herself. Catdo jumps up onto the bed and looks up at her expectantly. She sighs quietly as she pets him once more before climbing into the bed. The bed is really warm, and compared to the forest floor, it's pretty comfortable. She crinkles her nose slightly, smelling Flint strongly on the blanket and the pillow. Catdo walks around in circles for a few moments before laying down and getting comfortable. "Night." She says, not looking at Flint.

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Elizabeth had a good night's sleep, actually dreaming for once. She'd dreamed about her father, about them training together, the dream brings a smile to her face. But the dream soon turns to a nightmare, as she dreams about the day she found out her father was killed. "Papa," She murmurs in her sleep, tossing a little before sitting up right in the bed. "Papa," She says again, her heart racing in her chest as she glances around the room. It takes a few moments for her mind to wake up, to realize where she is. Once it all clicks, she blushes slightly, hoping Flint hadn't heard her.

Elizabeth slowly gets to her feet, seeing Flint cooking something. She smells the air, the delicious smell hitting her. "Hey, did you finally catch something?" She teases as she slowly walks over to the table and sits down, running a hand through her tangled blonde hair. She grabs her bag, pulls out her brush, and slowly starts to brush out the knots. "It smells good, whatever it is." She murmurs, watching Flint and the cauldron.

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Elizabeth laughs quietly at Flint's snort, somehow she finds it amusing. She looks down at the bowl of stew that Flint sets in front of her. "Thanks," She says, as he sets the spoon down next to her bowl. She picks it up and is about to start eating when she sees Catdo watching Flint with those begging eyes. She stops, a small smirk on her face as she watches, wondering if Flint will actually give into the creature. She giggles slightly, watching him set his bowl down, Catdo lapping it up quickly. When she first met Flint, she saw him as a barbarian, but seeing the way he treats the creature, she can tell that there is more to him than what she first thought.

Elizabeth quickly adverts her eyes, not wanting Flint to catch her staring. She picks up the spoon again and starts to eat. Her eyes widen slightly, actually, extremely surprised by how good the soup is. "Wow, Flint. Who would have though you'd be such a good cook," She murmurs, teasing him once more. She's really surprised to find she feels so comfortable around Flint. She hasn't opened up like this with anyone in years, and never with a man. She glances over at Catdo, seeing the creature quickly licking the bowl clean. She smiles at the creature, at first he was really strange to her, but now he's starting to grow on her.

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Elizabeth eats slowly, relishing the taste of the home cooked meal. She's only about halfway done with her bowl when Flint finishes his first. Elizabeth glances down at Catdo as he walks over to her, giving her the pleading look he'd given Flint. "I'm not easily fooled," She with a small laugh as she smiles at the creature and reaches out to pat his head. "You've already had yours." She says, petting his head for a few moments before turning her attention back her bowl of soup. She's about to take another bite when Flint makes the comment about her snoring. She glances over at him, letting her spoon fall back into the soup. "I-I do not," She says, even though the blush on her cheeks speaks volumes to the contrary. She shakes her head, turning her attention back to her soup once more. "So, how far is it to the Mystic of the Mountains' place?" She asks curiously, trying to change the subject off her, and back to the point of why they're here.

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Elizabeth frowns slightly at Flint's words, she's never been one to just 'wing it'. She's always had to have a set plan before she sets out on a mission. Elizabeth finishes her soup before getting up from the table. "I'm ready whenever you are." She says. She glances over at Catdo, pouting by the by the bed, wondering if he can somehow tell that Flint is going to be leaving again. She frowns again, thinking about how she always felt when her father had to leave for missions, it was always tough for her to say goodbye though she never let it show. She walks over to Catdo, scratches behind his ear for a few moments before moving toward the door, waiting for Flint to be ready to go.

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Elizabeth glances around as they walk, taking in all the information Flint gives her about all the mountain wildlife and plant life that they pass. With them talking so much, time seems to fly by and before she realizes it, they're standing in the clearing with the tipi. She slowly follows Flint over to it, surprised to see the old woman walk out. She watches her curiously as she talks to Flint, taking the bag from him and peering inside. When the woman turns her attention to her, Elizabeth nearly trips over her own two feet trying to back away from the woman, though she can't help but to wonder what exactly this woman knows about her. Elizabeth glances over at Flint, surprise and shock in her eyes, not really sure what to make of this woman as she hobbles back into her tipi. Glancing between Flint and the tipi for a few moments, she slowly makes her way toward it, a little uncertainly. Her hand shakes slightly as she slowly reaches out and pulls back the tipi's flap to slip inside, not really sure what to expect.

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Elizabeth looks around in awe at the huge room, knowing there is no logical way this room could fit into the confines of the tipi, they had seen from the outside. The gargoyles give her the creeps but she does her best to hide it as she follows Flint over to the table where the Mystic of the Mountains is sitting. She glances between Flint and the older woman as they talk about the soup, her eyes widen slightly as she asks about how he feels about Elizabeth, as if they'd known that they were going to be on this mission together before it even happened, which for some reason, doesn't really surprise her coming form this woman. She can tell that Flint is at a loss for words, but she's not sure what to say either, not really wanting to speak up at all since the older woman didn't address her directly, afraid of angering the woman.